Hi,

This is my first story dealing with the whole idea of Gothic ideas or dark themes etc. It's not to be taken completely seriously as although that is one of the themes, it should still be the natural Doctor and Rose story with that little bit of fluff and humour and also the side order of adventure.

If you're reading this then I sincerely hope you enjoy it, please let me know. I would love to know your opinions/words of advice.

Thank you very much!

Youronlystory x

I cradled my broken arm cursing my clumsiness for not running fast enough. Though in all honesty my speed wasn't really to blame for the broken arm. Not even the Doctor was to blame for it.

"Run!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do!"

"Quick! In that storage cupboard!"

"Great! Is there anywhere else I'd rather be then in an 18th century boarding school in France chasing floating sting ray things just to hide in a dusty old storage cupboard?!"

"Rose?"

"What?"

"SHH!"

We had huddled into the cupboard, trapped and breathing heavily. I was pretty sure he would be able to feel my heart beat on his own chest but if he did, he was polite enough (for once!) to keep quiet. I had my back to the door. I was aching, I remember that, I felt drowsy like I didn't want to move and I also noticed I couldn't feel my right arm.

"Rose?" His voice had trembled.

"What?"

"Did it get you?"

My blood went cold.

"No? We were miles away from it, how can it have got me?"

"Rose, don't panic…but I think you've been squirted"

I held my breath. He had spent the last half an hour explaining the dangers of its poison. It would coat the skin before being absorbed then it would start rushing about my blood stream numbing my organs till I became a zombified feeding plant.

"How could I, I was right behind you and you were fine…."

"Look at your arm"

I didn't want to, I really didn't want to but he was staring at me. I let my eyes casually wave about my arm. I couldn't scream. My whole arm was throbbing, protruding large green veins running from the back of my hand upwards. I gasped.

"I'm going to have to break your arm."

The Doctor was currently fiddling with a small monitor, poking it and prodding it angrily. The guilt was painted across his face. He refused to look at me and it seemed this would happen until my arm was fixed. I tried to joke with him but he didn't laugh.

He didn't even smile.

"You had to break it." I reassured, hoping this might spark a bit of cheerfulness into him. Nada. It was true though, by breaking it, it would confuse the germs into thinking that I was decaying and why would they want a rotten dinner?

He nodded tightly.

"Anyway, it's not like it can't be fixed."

"I know."

I hated the TARDIS med bay. It was the constant reminder that I was just a human, I was just Rose Tyler and that although I was being looked after by my own special Doctor, I was fragile in comparison and soon enough, like he'd said before, I'd decay and die.

We were just hoping that we might be able to put this off until a few eighty years or so later.

"It's not your fault, Doctor."

"I never said it was." He said curtly, still bashing the white box and pulling wires from it to place on my arm.

"You're not looking at me."

"I don't want to hurt you, again."

"It didn't even hurt!" I whined desperately. He scoffed.

"You screamed."

"Human reflex." I answered naturally.

He rolled his eyes, still refusing to look at me. So I punched him. I didn't even think about it. I didn't pull back my arm. I didn't warn him. Just THWACK. Across the face. So that he stumbled away glaring at me in a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

"What was that for!" He squealed, rubbing his cheek. Least he was looking at me now. Or rather, glaring into my face.

"Now we're even!"

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Yet the corner of his mouth pulled up a bit. He sighed.

"Just like your mother." He joked, grinning widely.

"Now," he said, hand hovering over the machine. "This shouldn't hurt."

But before I could answer him, I was being thrown across the spinning room as the TARDIS crashed and threw us upside down.

I smashed into walls, using my broken harm to stop me and realizing too soon my mistake.

I couldn't see any of the things that were colliding with my back or my arms or my head. I could smell something burning, like a car radiator or melting plastic and groaned.

The Doctor was yelling something, trying to reach out to me but we were both tumbling into countless amounts of crap.

The TARDIS was trying to kill us.